Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.